The pillars of the Great Library stood up, and people erected huge iron lanterns, and sprinkled the double circles with one of the symbols of the White Tower to the ground, and landed on the faces, bodies, and toes of Lu'er and Hitomi. The sun began to weaken www.biquge.info the moonlight gradually became stronger, greedily embracing the silence that belonged to the night and licking the depth of the night.

In addition to lanterns, people also erected beacons unique to the library as signs. Navigation lights mean sleep, but they don't mean sleep. At the top of the floor, there are books in the living area, which need dreams as the source of life, the words in the pages, and the [knowledge] contained in them. The navigation light is a sign of its normal operation.

***

George holds the key to the living area.

Immediately after, Lorain put away the key, her eyes darting wildly between the books, the words, and the thoughts. There are not many purposes, only one, but thinking about it, there is still a lack of marginal photos, so the two soldiers are divided into two sides of the living area, as well as things.

"There are enough antiques here, but unfortunately there are no relics I was looking for."

"Yumedian doesn't put her [body] in the library easily, I guess it's because she's a cautious woman."

In the quiet library, the echoes lingered, and after the reflection rendering, when it returned to the ears of the two, it became a mischievous scream.

George grinned, holding a large brown paper notebook in his hand, flipping through it. There are words flowing between the pages, jumping records and memories are full, and the quality is abundant.

"Chronicle of the Field".

Lorraine leaned aside, leaning over, lowering his waist, the figure above the page, George slightly startled.

"Do you really want to go to the Holy Land?"

"It's just a matter of thinking, but it's not impossible. Back then...... Isn't it too, like that? ”

"Don't mention anything back then."

"Is there a change [now]? It's just a trace left back then, right? Remember the military ear, that old bone, but the creator who can recreate the flesh, was still punished by the [Parliament] to the bottom of the White Tower. We are all failed parliamentarians who have nothing left. ”

"Jun'er doesn't listen to commands, and everyone is like him, and it is estimated that they can't even touch the lock of the door of the holy land. Pride can't save stubbornness, it's meaningless. ”

He turned the page, but his eyes were tired. Reading glasses overclocked, creaking, edged lenses, reddish gold wire.

"In other words, in addition to the complete "Dream Classic" in the Holy Land, the printed "Original Classic" is not useless. The completeness of the information is feasible in terms of creation and theoretical testing, so why should [they] search for the authenticity? ”

"Simple things, the least simple."

Fingers swiped across the [field] on the book, a different kind of coldness. The two looked around to make sure that no one was there before pinching the characters on the page and pulling them out little by little.

This is a technical job, and without rich experience, I would not dare to do such a [crime]. It is a great crime to forcibly tamper with words. Tampering with words can be divided into two types: one is the tampering with the meaning of the text itself, removing the superficial [solution] and replacing it with a personal [solution]. The second is the falsification of the extended meaning of the text, and people will lose the ability to understand the hidden meaning behind it, like a fool, like a child.

But in terms of technique, George is uncovering the [solution] covered on the text, and the ideographic overlay below is what he really wants. When color-changing ink cannot be used, only form and meaning are the best way to obstruct the eyes.

George, on the other hand, is their best medium, a clever ventriloquist.

Whether in reality or in dreams, the chemists of words are diligent in their work, turning their minds around, leaving secrets in the deepest recesses of pronunciation and pictograms.

That is the time of constant change, shrinking.

"Where Jun'er lives now, I feel the need to talk to him." He looked at Loraine's chest, his palms still clutching the head of the [field] structure. "What he writes is incomprehensible, and even if he loses it, it is still out of reach."

"Isn't that one of the reasons why he was sent off the White Tower. Naughty children don't grow up after all. ”

But Luel is an exception. Even if Hitomi didn't explain to her that his own identity had changed. Oh, haven't you thought about what will happen after we become us, I don't think anyone will like us doing this. Honestly live in reality, but don't have the edge to come here, what are you messing with? ”

"Not everyone is as honest as you."

"You've hurt me, big mouth."

The moment the pages touched, George held hands, and a string of wriggling symbols jumped up and down, and finally was pressed into the bottle by Luo Lan's palm.

"You are like my mother. She does this every time she folds the quilt. ”

Add "It's really troublesome", right? You've said enough, no less than a hundred times. ”

As he spoke, he was thinking about the number of [solutions] that should be harvested tomorrow. The limited bottles on his body, and the small period of time after the library was open for sleep, were a prison sentence for the mistakes made in the past. Lu'er was clamoring to go back before, and Hitomi would take care of her, but she was willful but the law of three, and she had become a creation.

If you debunk it, it won't be interesting.

***

"Thank you." The girl stood under the lamp, her legs dragging long in the shadows. "Took care of me until today. You must be tired, tired......"

"Yes, I'm tired, but I'm also relaxed. It's you who is tired, not me. ”

"Your words are too much. In reality, people will be more hypocritical and more gentle. ”

"Next time... Coming... The time, you are set in... When? ”

"Okay, it's not goodbye, you're not like my father, you never cry."

"Tell me, next time, the time ......"

"In a few weeks' time, I'll keep a careful record of my encounter with you and give you my diary. It's a gift, and it seems that there is nothing missing in the dream world except memories. Some envy. ”

"I'm your lead, and I like you, that's why I'm like this. I don't know about your dad, I haven't seen ......."

The conversation was interrupted.

"I don't know, it's fine."

The sound is low.

But the girl not far away could hear it clearly, and she was proud of her hearing. After visiting Jun'er, Field kept moving, and felt that he was a complete revolution in love, a shy, boiling lime.

The two met head-on, looking at each other, Field's big nerves were no faster than Lu'er's sensitive limbs, and she was caught by Lu'er's arms at once, and she didn't even have the idea of "running".

Shaking the silk scarf, blurring the corners of the eyes, crimson knee skirt.

"What a coincidence~"

Muttering, like a cube, wiping his thoughts until the boy approached.

"Bakery careless?"

"Holiday, no, hehe."

Luer suddenly didn't want to leave, and when she was worried, Lolita leaned back on the bench beside her, lazily and yawning. She gave Luel a bag of bread and a few heart-shaped biscuits, and walked away for a moment, blushing.

"Thank you~"

Lu'er said happily, interspersed with a small slice of Hitomi's muffled accent.

They saw Field covering the corners of his mouth with his hands, as if he did not dare to turn back, and like a cat waiting for an opportunity.